Chapter Seventy Nine
Venessa POV
The silver rideshare car pulled away from the curb, leaving me standing on the busy sidewalk outside my own office building. I stared up at the massive glass tower of my marketing firm. It wasn't Khalid’s grand corporate headquarters; it was the everyday office where I worked, a place that used to feel completely safe and normal. Now, looking at the revolving doors, my stomach twisted into a painful knot.
I checked my phone. It had been less than an hour since Khalid had left the penthouse to go handle his board of directors. He hadn't kept me locked up like a prisoner, and there were no guards delivering lunch trays to my room, but his parting words had been clear: Do not leave the apartment.
I knew I was breaking his trust by coming here, but I couldn
